ClaireI barely slept. I lay in bed with my heart pounding, Lisa’s message replaying over and over. 'Is something going on? Do I need to be worried about you?' It wasn’t just curiosity. It was a warning. She knew me too well. She could read between the lines I hadn’t drawn straight enough.I showered again at sunrise, scrubbing his touch off my skin, but it didn’t work. I could still feel his hands, his mouth, the way he filled me so deep I forgot who I was.By morning, I’d made my decision.This had to stop.I dressed quickly— jeans, a plain white tee, no makeup. I didn’t want to be desirable. I didn’t want him to look at me like I was a prize. I just wanted my life back.At 8:13 a.m., I texted him: 'Come over. We need to talk.'He didn’t reply. But five minutes later, I heard the knock on my door.I opened the door, and he stepped in before I could speak. He looked the same— black shirt, jeans hanging low on his hips, tousled hair, eyes sharp and unreadable.“What’s going on?” he as
AnaThe first time I saw Christian, I was sitting at the kitchen counter, minding my own business when the front door opened. I glanced up, expecting my mom, but instead, in walked this tall, striking man. My throat went dry.“Who’s that?” I whispered to myself, eyes fixed on him as he strode in with confidence.“Christian, this is Ana,” my mom introduced, her voice warm with pride. “Ana, meet Christian. He’s… my fiancé.”Fiancé? I stared at him, wide-eyed, as he smiled and reached out his hand to shake mine. My heart fluttered, and for a second, I forgot to breathe.“Nice to meet you, Ana.” His voice was deep, smooth, and something about it made my stomach do a flip.“Uh… yeah, you too,” I stammered, trying to play it cool, but I knew my cheeks were burning.As he settled into the kitchen, chatting with my mom like they’d known each other forever, I couldn’t stop staring. His broad shoulders, the way his jaw clenched when he wasn’t speaking, and those eyes. God, his eyes.I felt a st
Ana "I'm not leaving," I insisted, glaring up at him. "Damn it, Ana," he growled, "You have to_" I rose to my feet, and reached for the top button of my shirt, undoing it. His gaze immediately dropped down to my chest. I undid two more buttons till my red bra was exposed. "You're my stepdaughter," he argued, "You're a kid." "I'm eighteen," I said sultrily, "And we're not blood related." "I'll count till three, and if you're still here, then I'll take that as your decision," he warned me, "one." I shivered at the look in his eyes, the middle of my thighs getting slick with my desire. God, I wanted him so much. I wanted his monstrous dick to split me into two. I licked my lips in anticipation. "Two..." "Three," I whispered, staring at him challengingly. Before I could even blink, he had reached out, cupped my head in his hand and pulled me into a hard, hungry kiss. "Hmm," I moaned into his mouth as his tongue pushed into my own mouth. Sparks of current skittered over my skin a
Ana"W-what are we going to do?" I stammered, eyes wide with panic. I couldn't let her catch me in here with him. She'd surely know something had happened. "This is all your fault you little brat," he clutched my neck and dragged his tongue over my bottom lip. He reached down with his other hand and cupped my pussy, "Even though your mother is right outside, you're still dripping for me." I moaned. "You want me to fuck you like a little whore while your mother watches." Heat curled around my belly, and he chuckled at the look in my eyes. "get under the table, now." I scrambled off the desk and slid under the table while the knock on the door only grew more insistent. As I settled under the table, Christian crossed over and opened the door for her. He settled back into the seat. "What were you doing in here?" My mother barked, "What took you so long to open the door?" Tuning her out, I began to slide my hands up my step daddy's thighs, undoing the button of his pants. He made a
Ana "You need to leave," Christian said in a hard voice, "we can't be doing this. We shouldn't be doing this. You're my stepdaughter for Gods sake." I spun around to face him, "What does that matter?" "Im married to your mother! Have some respect." I glared at him, "Have respect for a woman who doesn't give a fuck about me?" I bit out, "Stop pretending like you don't want to push your hard cock inside me and fuck me all over again." I dragged a hand over my inner thighs, gathering his hot cum and raising my hands to show him, "This is how much you want me." His lips peeled back in a snarl, "Stop being such a slut!" "Fine. If you don't want to touch me, then teach me how to touch myself so I'll never need to bother myself with you again," I growled. Our eyes met in a challenge and just when I thought he'd tell me to get lost, he smiled sinisterly, "Sit on the desk and spread your legs for me." Trembling at the command in his voice, I did as he instructed, moving over to the ta
Ana"I hope you're not tired because I'm not done with you angel." My step daddy growled as he pulled away from my pussy. His face was covered with evidence of my desire and my release. "Dear God," I whimpered, too exhausted to even resist him. I couldn't say no to him because I wanted him so much. I wanted him to use me like his slut and fill me up. Suddenly, I was lifted off the desk and deposited on his lap, "You're going to sit on my cock baby. You're going to ride me till you cum." "Hmm," I moaned. "Did you hear me?" He spanked my ass, and I sighed, nodding eagerly. My body was already reacting again to his words and the sight of his swollen cock was enough motivation for me. "Yes, daddy." I replied. "Good girl." He lifted me by my hip and I raised up my ass for him, and then he began to push me down on his cock, slowly, slowly till I was completely speared on his hard length. My eyes flew wide as I felt him almost at my stomach. "Fuck," he hissed out a breath, "You fee
Ana"Time for dinner, Ana!" My mother's voice called out, breaking the silence of the house.An evil thought crossed my mind, as I twisted my lips in a mischievous grin. I was going to make sure Christian got addicted to me and unable to keep his hands off me."I'm not wearing any panties under this dress, daddy," I whispered into my step daddy's ears as I passed where he was seated. My mother and sister were distracted with dishing the food."Hmmm," he gritted out, as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.I sat directly opposite him, staring into his eyes with a different kind of hunger and craving, one that wouldn't be satisfied by the meal placed on the table."This tastes really nice, babe". He said to my mom, giving me a very intentional look which pissed me off. Fine then, two could play this game.I adjusted my seat closer to the table, freeing my feet from the slippers I had on. Raising my leg, I touched my step father's foot, tapping him lightly. He gave me a stern look, as
Ana"Yes daddy," I cried, in between his cock and my choking."Who told you to stop?" He questioned, as he dragged my head all the way down, taking in all of his cock. It was so lengthy I choked, breaking out into a cough. "Uh-uh, baby girl, I'm going to finish what you started," he said as he resumed the motion, pushing my mouth into his cock, up and down.I was getting so wet and horny, that I began to rub the spit into my pussy, my moans escaping from my throat."Keep your hand on my cock, Ana""Please daddy, I'm so wet in my pussy", I pleaded. He dragged my hair, forcing my hands back on his cock."This is your punishment sweetheart, you don't get to touch or pleasure yourself until I allow it, do you understand that?"I nodded, looking up at him with watery eyes, the tears and saliva dripping out of my eyes and mouth simultaneously. I was aching with need in my pussy, so I began grinding and rubbing my thighs against each other.Reaching down, he grabbed my tits roughly, spreadi
ClaireI barely slept. I lay in bed with my heart pounding, Lisa’s message replaying over and over. 'Is something going on? Do I need to be worried about you?' It wasn’t just curiosity. It was a warning. She knew me too well. She could read between the lines I hadn’t drawn straight enough.I showered again at sunrise, scrubbing his touch off my skin, but it didn’t work. I could still feel his hands, his mouth, the way he filled me so deep I forgot who I was.By morning, I’d made my decision.This had to stop.I dressed quickly— jeans, a plain white tee, no makeup. I didn’t want to be desirable. I didn’t want him to look at me like I was a prize. I just wanted my life back.At 8:13 a.m., I texted him: 'Come over. We need to talk.'He didn’t reply. But five minutes later, I heard the knock on my door.I opened the door, and he stepped in before I could speak. He looked the same— black shirt, jeans hanging low on his hips, tousled hair, eyes sharp and unreadable.“What’s going on?” he as
ClaireI stared at Lisa’s message, my blood running cold. 'Saw Jordan at your place again. Everything okay?'My fingers hovered above the screen, unsure what to say. The air still smelled like him, and my legs ached from how he’d taken me. But now, it was time to face reality.Say something casual, I told myself. Something that makes sense. So I typed back;'He helped me move a few things because Tom’s still away. Everything’s fine!'I hit send and tossed the phone on the nightstand, breathing hard as I waited for her reply. A knock on the back door made me jump. I peeked out the blinds. Jordan, shirtless again, this time with a smug grin and a bottle of wine.I opened the door an inch. “You’re insane.”“I brought wine,” he said, slipping inside without waiting. “We just had sex. You can’t go cold on me now.”“You need to stop walking into my house like it’s yours.”“You let me in,” he said, holding up the bottle like a peace offering. “That’s not the same as locking the door behind m
Claire"Claire, you're glowing today.” Jordan’s voice teased from the fence the next morning. “Do I have anything to do with that?”I was by the pool, wearing a new red bikini, my pulse already racing at his words as my face curved into a smile. His touch from yesterday—his mouth, his cock, the way he’d fucked me in the pool house— had haunted my dreams. Tom wasn't yet back, but I’d checked the locks repeatedly, paranoid about neighbors or an early return.I lowered my sunglasses, meeting his grin. “Don’t get cocky,” I said, trying to sound steady.He leaned against the fence, shirtless, sweat dripping down his body from a run. “Too late,” he said, eyes raking my body. “You’re wearing another hot bikini again. You’re practically begging for me.”I stood, crossing my arms, my breasts shifting inside the bikini. “Maybe I just like red.”“Or you’re dying for round two,” he said, stepping through the gate uninvited.My heart spiked. “Jordan, you can’t just—”“Can’t what?” he cut in, closi
claire“Claire, am I happy to see you?!”I looked up from my lounge chair, already tense at the sound of his voice. Jordan was at the fence again, shirtless as always, his abs glistening and his face cocky."Jordan," I said in a low voice in an attempt to remain calm."Were you waiting for me?" He asked as his lips curved in a proud grin.“I wasn’t,” I lied. Tom had left early this morning as usual, for another business meeting, and for the first time, I had been anticipating his departure.He smirked. “You sure about that? Same bikini. Same lipstick. Same time.”“Maybe I like routines.”“Or maybe you like being watched.”I lifted my drink and watched as he approached the poolside, the sight of him doing making my insides excited already.I stood up slowly. “You shouldn’t be here.”He stepped through the gate anyway. “But I am.”I didn’t stop him. I should have.“You wore that for me,” he said, his eyes sweeping over my chest. “Tell me I’m wrong.”I didn’t answer. My mouth was dry. Hi
Claire"For the umpteenth time, Jordan, stop staring at me," I said without looking up, a smirk across my face.Jordan stood on the other side of the fence, his eyes burning into me as I lounged by the pool.My red bikini was tight, like it was hanging on to my ample breasts for dear life and I knew it was driving him crazy. At thirty-eight, I still turned heads, and Jordan's were no exception."I wasn't," he drooled, dripping with charm.Taking off my sunglasses, I looked over at him. He was shirtless, holding a hose like he had forgotten how to use it. His abs glistened, his hair wet and dripping. He was twenty-two, maybe twenty-three, old enough to be my son but too young for me to notice that way I had these past weeks– but I noticed anyway. It was hard not to, those hungry eyes following me every time I stepped outside."You were." I shot back."Fine," he laughed. "Maybe I was, a little. You're not going to tell your husband, are you?""Tell him what?""That I stare," he replied
Lily'Take the money and leave. Or stay. With me.'Adrian's words played in my head as the stack of cash on the table gleamed, a promise of freedom, but his eyes held something warmer, something I couldn’t walk away from.“You’re quiet,” he said, stepping closer, his voice low.“I’m thinking,” I replied.“About what?”“About how crazy this is,” I said, meeting his gaze. “Two days ago, I was just your student. Now you’re asking me to… what? Be yours?”“Yes,” he said steadily. “That’s exactly what I’m asking.”I swallowed, my throat tight. “Why me?”“Why you?” He laughed bitterly. “Because you’ve ruined me, Lily. I wasn’t supposed to feel this.”“Feel what?” I pressed, stepping toward him.“This,” he said, grabbing my hand, pressing it to his chest. “You’re under my skin. I can’t shake you.”“That’s not an answer,” I said, pulling my hand back. “You tied me up, shared me, pushed me to my limits. And now you want… what? A relationship?”“I want you,” he said, voice rough. “All of you. No
LilyAfter Dr. Pierce left, Marcus had vanished too, leaving just Adrian and me. Later in the day, Adrian's voice woke me from my sleep, disrupting the quiet of the house.“Lily, downstairs,” he called from the hall. “Now.”I slipped on the silk black robe he’d left on the chair, my legs shaky as I descended. I stepped inside the foyer and froze. A long table was set for two with soft music drifting from hidden speakers. Adrian stood by the head of the table, dressed in a crisp black shirt and slacks, his gray eyes softer than I’d ever seen them.“What’s this?” I asked softly.“Dinner,” he said, pulling out a chair. “Sit.”I hesitated, then obeyed, the robe barely covering me. He disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a tray— steak, salad and a bottle of red wine. My stomach growled, but my nerves kept me alert.“You’re tense,” he said, pouring the wine. “Relax.”“Hard to after today,” I muttered.He smirked, setting a plate in front of me. “Tonight’s different. Just us.”I bl
Lily"Okay gentlemen, my turn now." Dr Pierce cut in as Adrian and Marcus rammed into me simultaneously.At his words, they pulled out, their eyes still blazing with hunger. I lay spent on the padded table, my wrists and ankles bound tight. My body still thrummed from Adrian and Marcus, but Pierce’s presence swallowed everything else as he approached. He stood over me, his shirt unbuttoned, his silver eyes blazing with raw, unfiltered hunger. The air crackled with his intent, and I felt it in my bones— this was his moment.“Untie her legs,” Pierce ordered, voice like a whip.Marcus moved quick, loosening the ropes around my ankles. My thighs fell open, sore and trembling, my breath catching as Pierce stepped closer, his lean frame towering.“You’re mine now,” he said, grabbing my hips and yanking me to the edge of the table. “Spread.”I obeyed, spreading my legs wide as my heart hammered. “Yes, sir,” I whispered.He freed himself, his cock hard and thick. Then he began stroking slowl
LilyMorning came too fast. Sunlight sliced through the curtains, and I woke to Adrian’s voice. “Get up, Lily.”I sat up, groggy. Marcus wasn't in the room. Adrian stood by the bed, dressed in a black suit, his expression cold. “He’s here.”“Who?” I mumbled, then remembered. Dr. Pierce.“Get dressed,” he said, tossing me a sheer black robe. “Downstairs. Five minutes.”I slipped it on, the fabric barely covering me, and followed him. My legs shook as we descended the stairs. Dr. Pierce stood there— tall, lean, with graying hair and a stern face I knew from lectures. He wore a dark blazer, hands in his pockets, his eyes locking onto me with a hunger I’d never seen in class.“Miss Carter,” he said, his voice deep and smooth. “You’ve been busy.”I froze. “Dr. Pierce—”“Quiet,” Adrian cut in, stepping beside me. “He’s here for you.”Pierce smirked, closing the distance. “I saw the video. Impressive.”My face burned. “I didn’t know—”“You don’t need to know,” he said, circling me. “You jus